I’ve finally realized that seeing a preserved body (i.e. showing at a funeral) causes me great distress. I’ve never done ok at funerals but that should be normal. But, it affects something deep in my brain. I had crazy nightmares last night. I’m very glad that I can’t remember them anymore but I can still feel the pain in my heart.
Death in general just bothers me.
Well, life is moving forward.
I graduate in three months and then I can work like a normal human being. I hope.
I will be moving again at the end of July. This will be the 7th move in 4 years.
I have been pretty ok for the most part.
Feels nice to say that.
I went to Lothlorien Nature Sanctuary this weekend and I fell in love. The people are amazing and so is the land. They even let you live there if you want. Or, you can just stay for a period of time. I think I might do that at some point.
How do I feel?
After last Sunday, it’s hard to pinpoint one specific feeling.
How should one feel after being abandoned by their best friend in a state they aren’t even from?
On their last day in town no less.
Or finding out that it was planned.